Early in the morning. Shortly after five. The tension is mounting. Dawn is breaking. The sea lies deep and dark. Foam dances on the waves. Behind the window in the cabin, it is cosy. Barren rocky outcrops pass by in the distance. I wonder whether Captain Omar Galindo can make it past Cape Horn so that we can cross over to land in the stable inflatable boats? The manoeuvres are tricky and safety always comes first. The wind is allowed to blow at a maximum of 30 knots. This is not a regular cruise. We are travelling on an expedition cruise ship, with a limited passenger capacity of 200. No shows, no wi-fi and no telephone network.
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